Trevor and I took off around 3:30 on Friday, and after digging a path through the snow in front of my friend's barn where my boat was being stored, we were finally able to hook it up and get on our way. It was a precarious situation there for awhile, and I think we were both a bit afraid that we'd spend all of Friday night digging my trailer out of a snow bank. The road up in Jackson Creek where we picked up my boat was nothing short of an ice rink. We eventually made it to the highway, and 4 1/2 hours later we were finally in Ft. Smith, Montana.
Eric was able to find us a great cabin in town to stay for the weekend, so we settled in for the night by setting up our vices, spinning some bugs and having a few beers.

The crew was pretty tired Saturday night, so we retired early in the midst of a nasty windstorm, wondering if conditions would permit another go in the morning. When we woke up around 8, it seemed that there was no way in the world we'd be able to float, as gusts of 40 mph winds ripped through the trees in the front yard of the cabin. Trevor and I decided it was too windy, so we loaded up to head home. After making about 2 miles, we stopped the truck to gauge the wind because it was sunny and 55 at the time and we thought it would be a waste to drive all the way down there then skip out on a potentially good day of fishing. We decided to go for it, drove back to the cabin, assembled the troops and headed to the river.
Sunday ended up being a better day all-around. Jeremy caught his first fish ever on a fly that he


We spent the rest of the day taking turns fishing a streamer, and the browns were all over it. They were pretty aggressive, and often did some acrobatics and tail dances once hooked. Having a little better feel for the water and our presentation, we had a much better day than on Saturday and enjoyed every minute of it. It just goes to show that if you want to do something outside in Montana, and you're unsure of the weather, the best bet is to just go do it. There will certainly be those times where you wish you hadn't, like when you're ducking away from hail under some trees while your boat's being blown down river, but in general good things happen if you just try.
Thanks to our various skill levels and experience, I think we were all able to learn something new over the weekend, whether it be a casting technique, fly tying trick, or story about the area's history. The Big Horn lived up to its billing as an excellent fishery, and our crew had a blast. Thanks to our friends at The Big Horn Angler for the accomodations and advice, we'll be back before long!
















In the Bozeman/Big Sky Montana area, we’re lucky enough to have an avalanche center that has, no doubt, prevented countless avalanche related injuries and fatalities through their advisories and snow pack discussions. If you live here, or you plan to visit, please check out
If you’re at all interested in learning more about the mechanics of an avalanche or how to read the snow pack, their site is a great resource, and they also offer classes in the area.






















